Grey and gloomy. Bursts of sunshine being quickly hidden by the haze.

Took the camera on a drive down the coast yesterday, slaughtering gazillions of innocent photons in the process. If their existences could have become something like art, they would have been noble deaths. Alas, it was not meant to be. Meaningless deaths, condemned to an eternity in unmarked sectors on the alternate hard drive.

Need to start going to the gym again. Hopefully tomorrow, for something that doesn’t push the elbow too hard. (But if any BorgHealth drones are reading this, that’s just wishful thinking. No gym until at least Thursday, as instructed.) Need to get out of the apartment and need to get away from the cube and the courts. Need to stretch out the back and inhale the aroma of lightly chlorinated water, but even with my wishful thinking that’s still at least a few days away. Certainly don’t want to step on the scale and see what a week of sloth and apathy have done to my pre-holiday goals.

Don’t forget to watch the news on Tuesday. There may be reports of lightening strikes or tornadoes or great clouds of locusts here in San Diego. Time to vote again, and since that means I have to enter a church, all bets are off. If I survive, I’ll be sure to post.

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